Endless: An Autobiography of an Immortal

Chapter 7 - New Things

I found them! At long last I had finally found them. I looked for years and please try to imagine my frustration when I found out all that was needed was for me to hit land on the South side of my island instead of the North. I went in a circle, up into Europe, all across Asia, then back again only to finally find what I was looking for almost right back where I started. If I had taken a right, going East from when I hit this land, I would have found them much sooner. But, instead, I went left. I always go left. Why do I always turn left?! It had given me quite an adventure, though. It had given, then taken away, my precious Cub too. So overall I don't know how I feel about that. At any rate, I had finally found a group of people who looked like me. Same dimensions, same bone structure, same hair features. I couldn't wait to see how else they were the same as me.

They were much more cautious to allow me in their camp than the others. After they knew I wasn't a threat, however, they welcomed me in and I was able to spend some time with them. Their language was a bit more sophisticated as well, which meant smoother communication and faster bonding. I was still an outsider to them so I needed to prove I was going to benefit the group if I was going to stay with them. They invited me to go hunting with them so I brought my spear. We had different ways to make our spears. They just sharpened a stick but I found that sometimes having a sharp rock at the tip gave a better advantage. I had also used my knife to split the stick a bit to wedge in the stone at the end then wrap it, this prevented the stone from slipping down or falling off. Slight difference, but significant nonetheless.

So anyway, I went hunting with them. We came across a roving herd of antelopes; well technically they were hartebeests, but you might not know what those are and antelopes are the closest thing currently alive. Regardless, there were about 150 of them gathered around a pond and they had not noticed our arrival yet. I helped the group with a strategy that would bring in the most haul, but of course something had to go wrong. And this time, it wasn't because I went left. One of the young hunters had an antelope bearing down on him and he slipped. The animal ran directly over him breaking his arm and bruising him in several places. The group did get half a dozen kills, though, so we were successful in that regard. We all gathered around the wounded man and I stepped back to see what the man and group would do. Some helped him get up and back to camp while others carried our kills.

When we got back two things happened. I gained favor due to helping them bring back more kills than they usually do and my worst fear became a reality. On the way back I was getting more fearful that this group and I had no other similarities other than looks and it turns out I was right. I was patiently waiting the whole way back to camp and then staying near the wounded man when the group attended to him, but alas, the hunter wasn't meditating to fix his wounds. Nor did any of the others that had some scratches from hunting. If even those that looked like me didn't heal like me I feared I wouldn't find any that did. Any nagging doubt was fully eradicated over the years when one by one the individuals would grow old and die. Leaving me feeling more helpless and alone with each passing generation.

While I stayed with the original group for many years, they eventually noticed that I didn't age and grew suspicious or even fearful, so I left. I would bounce around from one group to another just long enough to see if they also didn't heal themselves nor age. Long story short, they didn't. None of them did. I traveled far and wide. Seen all I could see. So many groups that looked like me, but one thing I found was that looks can be deceiving. For them and for me. I had to finally accept the fact that I was unique and alone in this world. I still hopped from one group to another without hope of finding someone like me. I liked being with others, but they didn't like that I wasn't the same as them, so even at this early stage in life I learned to hide my abilities and leave before they suspected anything. It was exceedingly difficult, and honestly, it never got easier over the years.